"Ah!"
The Third Moon Envoy felt the power within his body rapidly draining away.
"No, no..."
In the blink of an eye, he turned into a dried corpse.
Zhang Xiaoshan released his hand.
His skeletal remains turned to flying ash, vanishing into the night sky.
"Is it over?"
The crowd on the ground watched, dumbfounded.
"The Third Moon Envoy, dead?"
Qin Yue, who knew the strength of the Third Moon Envoy, was particularly stunned.
At this moment, she was already somewhat numb.
"What, were you hoping I'd die?"
Suddenly, a teasing voice echoed in Qin Yue's ear.
Startled, Qin Yue turned to look.
Zhang Xiaoshan, who had been high in the sky, was now standing right beside her, unpredictably.
She subconsciously wanted to move.
But she couldn't move at all.
At this moment, she realized how ridiculous she was.
Even the mighty Third Moon Envoy met a tragic end at Zhang Xiaoshan's hands.
With her mere cultivation, wasn't it just a joke?
